Quilt Patterns

	Welcome to Sugar Pine Designs! I hope that you enjoy the site and the quilt patterns I've created. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me by using the "Contacts" link. atop: Black & White Beauty as featured in the Feb. 2006 issue of American Patchwork and Quilting. The kit is available on the 'Patterns' link from the left. below: This is the perfect quilt for 6 of those handy fat quarters.  Whether you are a beginner or a long time quilter, you can create 'Colors Up - Colors Down' much easier than it looks. It and other other original designs are available as patterns from the 'Patterns' link.
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Quilter’s Poem

Love is a quilt--a quilt is love . . .
Both love and a quilt should be:
Soft enough to comfort you,
Bright enough to cheer you,
Generous enough to enfold you,
Light enough to let you move freely,
Strong enough to withstand adversity,
Durable enough to last a lifetime,
And given gladly, from the heart.

Ode to my Wife the Quilter

She learned to quilt on Monday,
Her stitches were very fine,
She forgot to thaw out dinner,
So we went out to dine.
She quilted miniatures on Tuesday,
She says they are a must,
They really were quite lovely,
But she forgot to dust.
On Wednesday it was a sampler,
She says the stipling's fun,
What hi-lites! What shadows!-
But the laundry wasn't done.
Her patches were on Thursday,
Green, yellow, blue and red,
I guess she really was engrossed,
She never made the bed.
It was wall hangings on Friday,
In colors she adores,
It never bothered her at all,
The crumbs on all the floors.
I found a maid on Saturday,
My week is now complete,
My wife can quilt the hours away,
The house will still be neat.
Well, it's already Sunday,
I think I'm about to wilt,
I cursed, I raved, I ranted,
The MAID has learned to QUILT!
    - - Unknown

Footnote

This foot was made for walking
But not on my machine!
It turns out the weirdest quilting
That I have ever seen!
It sews along quite nicely,
I stop holding my breath,
Then it does a little dance step
And scares me half to death!
I see a section of stitches
Too small for ripping out,
Then a leap and then a skip --
What is this all about?
A seam on top?  The batting?
Am I doing something wrong?
I didn't dream that machine quilting
Would ever take this long.
The answer's out there somewhere,
I'll seek 'til I understand,
But until I get it sorted out
I just must quilt by hand!

My Needle
by Marybeth E. Cieplinski

I have a little needle that goes everywhere with me,
And what can be the use of it is more than two or three.
I can quilt a pretty pillow, or a comforter, or vest.
I can piece a lovely quilt top, which is what I like the best.
Some mornings, very early, before the sun is up,
My needle calls; I only pause to grab my coffee cup.
Then as the sunrise lights the sky and smart folks stay in bed,
I and my needle quilt until I'm dizzy in the head.
I take my needle every place; we're quite a common pair.
Whenever we appear I notice people tend to stare.
I don't know if they stare when they see patterns that impress,
Or if they stare because they see the rest of me's a mess.
For quilters don't sew buttons and they don't patch children's pants,
And they never make new clothes as you will notice at a glance.
And quilters never cut things with their favorite fabric shears,
Unless it should be muslin; otherwise they fall to tears.
The one who has the most fabric most likely will be me,
So I can't use a scrap of it or I won't win, you see.
I'll have to buy more fabric for this quilt I'm working on.
It really matters not that what I'm storing isn't gone.
I have a little needle that I'm chained to like a rock.
I know my husband full expects to stab it through his sock.
I hope you will excuse me if I quit right here and run;
I've found another pattern and my needle wants it done.